"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "
I dont think anyone would guess what got me thinking of that passage in Fight Club this morning. I was doing my usual morning ritual of shower at 7:45, iron shirt for work at 8 while watching the news, 8:15 get dressed, 8:30 breakfast. Well it goes roughly something like that most days. I watch the first half of Run's house some mornings at is usually on at 08:30am on MTV and shoot out the door at 840. Until this morning that was, this morning I got the pleasure of watching the Hills.
The Hills revolves around the lives of these ridiculously rich good looking people. They all attend interesting courses and have a great intern jobs and live in fancy apartments and go to michelin restaurants every night. No buying a big bag of pasta at the start of the month in case you run out of money for food for those fuckers.
So another question, am I jealous? Sure I want their money but not much else. I think what I am trying to get at is I thought life would be as easy as it appears on the Hills. They all seem to have good jobs but still party every night and live in a great place and nothing seems to be out of their reach. And I know this is a tv show but its suppose to be a reality TV show. Whose fucking reality is this? I dont know anyone who lives in this luxury. Maybe that type of wealth just doesn't exist in Ireland.
Back to me though, maybe I was just delusional. I had no idea why I thought something big was going to happen to me but I was convinced it was and maybe it will but its slowly staring me in the face that I will have to continue down the old career route. FUCK!
What big thing did I think was going to happen to me? Very average at football, very average at everything really. Maybe I thought I would win the lotto. The only thing I have ever tried which potentially could have made me money was when I wrote a book, too many rejection letters can make you feel a tad shite!
Ive realised your suppose to work a job you hate. Well maybe hate is a strong word. I cant say I hate my job. Im writing this blog while at work, how bad can it be? Im not down a mine shovelling coal, life could be worse. And im definately not working so I can buy shit I dont need. Im working as I need a roof over my head, I got bills to pay and I got beers that need to be bought. Im not working so I can have two porsches instead of one. That kind of read like I have a porsche, I dont! Got a bus pass though, yeah baby!
coke, mousse and snes
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